“Yup, I see.” Arya flashed me a big thumbs-up sign with a grin. “My recommendation is to just go with it. That’s what I did when Dax kidnapped me, and look how well that all turned out for us.”
7
Nova
Rylee sputtered as I carried her through the main lounge and up the stairs. If I hadn’t been so anxious to get her to my room before anyone could talk her into leaving, I would have asked Dax to watch her while I went back outside and kicked Patriot’s ass.
But even if she stayed near Dax, I didn’t want her anywhere in the clubhouse without my cut. Women who weren’t claimed were fair game around here, and I wanted it to be damn clear who Rylee belonged to.
When we reached my room, I dropped the duffel bags to fish my key out of my pocket and unlock it. Once inside, I unceremoniously tossed Rylee on the bed before turning around to retrace the few steps it took to grab our bags from the hallway and resecure the door.
“What the heck, Nova?” Rylee squawked as she rolled to her side to try to scramble off the mattress.
I dropped our bags and stalked to the opposite edge of the bed, grabbing her ankle before she could swing her legs around and dragging her back to the center of the bed. I crawled onto it and covered her body with mine, caging her between my bent arms.
“Would you stop manhandling me?” She squirmed, trying to get free.
“Nope,” I said, giving the p a little pop.
Rylee stilled and stared up at me, her pretty little mouth slightly open and her gorgeous green eyes filled with shock. “What do you mean, no?”
My head dipped close to her mouth, and I murmured, “I like handling this sexy body.”
“Um…” Her cheeks bloomed with two pink circles, and I grinned. I loved seeing her blush. It was cute, but I also got hard wondering if the pretty pink color was the same shade as her pussy. “Why can’t I stay with Arya?”
My eyes narrowed, and my grin curved into a frown. “I told you, angel. It’s my job to protect you.”
“I’m sure Dax is fully capable of keeping me safe,” she muttered. “I don’t understand why you have to be the one—”
“Don’t you?” I interrupted, dropping the weight of the lower half of my body onto her so my hard-on nestled into the apex of her thighs.
Rylee gasped, and a shudder raced through her body while her nipples visibly hardened beneath her shirt. She stared into my eyes, no doubt seeing the deep, gnawing hunger in their depths. “Who is going to protect me from you?” she whispered.
“Nobody, angel. You’re mine.”
Before she could form a response, I captured Rylee’s lips with mine. I groaned at the velvety texture and ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth. She immediately opened for me, and I inwardly grinned in triumph. Her body knew exactly what she wanted, even if she hadn’t worked it out in her mind.
My tongue slipped inside and rubbed against hers, then swept around for a deeper taste. She inhaled sharply, and her big, soft tits pressed into my chest. The need to feel those heavy globes pillowed against me, skin to skin, overwhelmed me.
I broke our kiss for only a second to rip off my cut and whip my shirt over my head, then covered her mouth once more as I tossed them off to the side. Without breaking the seal of our kiss, I slipped my hands under the hem of her top, splaying my palms over her belly before slowly pushing the shirt up. When her chest was fully exposed, I dipped my index fingers into the edge of her bra and rubbed them over her large, rigid peaks.
Rylee gasped again, and I angled my head to deepen the kiss while I dragged the cups down to free her tits. I cupped them for a moment, gently squeezing them and enjoying the ragged moan it drew from her throat.
Finally, I glided my hands to her sides and brought the rest of my body down on top of her. Sparks erupted wherever our skin touched as if an electric current flowed between us. I groaned and slid my hands up behind her to delve into her wild curls, using the position to pull her head back so her back arched and her mouth opened even more.
I ravaged her with my lips, tongue, and teeth until she was clutching my back, her nails digging into my flesh while she rubbed her nipples back and forth against my chest, moaning at the friction.
All the blood in my body had drained to my groin, and my hips rocked involuntarily, causing us both to cry out. Our kiss broken, I buried my head in her neck and thrust against her again.
“Nova,” Rylee gasped.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “Hearing you say my name in that breathy voice is so fucking hot.”
Rylee widened her legs and bent her knees slightly, giving me room to fully press my cock against her pussy so that on the next thrust, it dragged over her clit.
“Nova!” she cried. “I’m—don’t stop!”
“Never,” I growled. And I fucking meant it. I was going to spend the rest of my life making my woman cream her panties and scream my name.
I sped up my pace just a fraction, and in seconds, she shattered.
My cock was so swollen that the teeth of my zipper made every movement agonizing. It had been completely worth it to see her come apart in my arms like that. But I needed to let it out to get some relief.
While she still shuddered in the throes of her climax, I latched onto one of her delicious nipples and set her back down so I could quickly free my dick.
I wanted nothing more than to sink inside my woman’s virgin pussy and pop her cherry before filling her with my seed. But this was all new to Rylee, and I didn’t want to rush too far ahead and scare the fuck out of her. Besides, I didn’t have it in me to be slow and gentle at the moment, the way she deserved to be taken her first time.
Yet the need to mark her as mine was too strong to ignore, and if I didn’t get some relief, I worried that my cock might break.
I switched to Rylee’s other nipple and moved to straddle her legs. Then I unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them and her panties down below her ass. As I pulled them, my fingers brushed along her drenched pussy.
“Nova, what are you—” Rylee’s pulse had begun to slow, and she was more aware of what was happening, so I kissed her long and deep to rekindle her desire.
Then I mumbled against her lips, “I need some relief, angel. I’m just going to use your juicy pussy to get off.”
“We’re not…?”
“Not this time.”
Her legs were trapped together by her jeans, so I gently opened her folds and slid my cock between them. “Fuck,” I groaned, nearly coming right that second from the absolute bliss of feeling our centers with nothing between them. With her legs nearly closed, her pussy lips wrapped tightly around my cock. And with how wet she was, I glided easily up and down, making sure to rock forward whenever I hit her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunted as pressure built at the base of my spine. “Fuck, yes, angel. You feel so good against me.” Rylee’s hips began to buck with each slide of my dick, and she cried out with pleasure. “That’s it, baby, fuck my cock. We’re going to do this together.”
It would have taken almost nothing to slip inside her, but I grasped at every thread of my remaining control to stop myself. I buried my head in the crook of her neck again and licked and sucked the skin there while my fingers toyed with her nipples.
“More! Oh, Nova...oh, yes! Yes!”
Rylee’s cries escalated. I was relieved as hell that she was almost there because the pressure had turned to a tingling sensation, and I didn’t have the strength to hold back any longer. I took a deep pull on her skin and pinched her nipples while I sped up so I was fucking her little clit fast and hard.
I shouted as my climax burst through my body, and it mixed with Rylee’s scream as she exploded a half second later. My jizz shot out of my cock, making a slippery mess between us. But it just turned me on even more knowing I was rubbing come into her skin so she’d be wearing me, smelling like me, claimed by me.
Eventually, our heart rates and breathing returned to a relatively normal pace. I yawned, feeling exhauste
d as the last day or so caught up with me. Rylee looked dazed and blissfully satisfied, but I knew she was still tired from the circles under her eyes.
I rapidly discarded the rest of our clothing and turned her on her side so I could wrap my body around her. Feeling lazy and content, I smiled at the thought of waking up with this sexy goddess in my arms before falling asleep.
When I woke up alone several hours later, my first instinct was fear. I was afraid her stepfather or the mob had gotten to her or that she’d left me. But my brothers wouldn’t let any of those things happen, so it quickly passed, replaced by anger. I glared at the empty spot on the bed as my temper flared. My cut was on the floor with my shirt, which made me even more furious, despite the fact that I hadn’t told her she needed to wear it at all times whenever she left our room.
I jumped out of bed, dragged on my jeans—zipping them up but not bothering with the button—and snatched my cut from the floor before stomping to the door.
When I found my angel, I was going to chain her to the bed and spank her pretty little ass until she promised never to run out on me again.
8
Rylee
After the nap I took on the ride to the Silver Saints compound, I should’ve been wide-awake for hours. But apparently, mind-blowing orgasms were the perfect cure for insomnia because I crashed hard. When I’d finally woken up, the sun was already streaming through the blinds. Nova had been wrapped around me with his arm flung over my chest, his hand cupping one of my breasts. My cheek rested on his other bicep, and his breath was warm against the back of my neck.
We were both completely naked, and Nova’s hard length was nestled between my butt cheeks. I pushed back against him, stilling when he let out a low moan and his dick twitched. My nipple pebbled against his palm, and there was an ache deep in my core. My need for him had grown overnight to the point where I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to resist him if he woke up while we were still in bed together. Before I did something impulsive—like roll over to explore Nova’s sexy body—I slowly slid out from under his arm and crawled off the mattress.
Bending low, I grabbed my duffel from the floor and crept into the bathroom. The way Nova had come on my body had been incredibly hot, but I was a sticky mess since we hadn’t bothered to clean up before we’d fallen asleep last night. I softly shut the door behind me and flipped on the light, laughing softly as I took in how masculine the room was with its navy blue towels, shaving stuff and bar of soap next to the sink, toothbrush and paste tossed onto a corner of the counter, and body wash and shampoo without any sign of conditioner in the shower. At least it didn’t look as though I needed to clean everything before I could get washed up.
I dropped my bag on the floor, unzipping it to pull out a change of clothes and my toiletries. Then I took the quickest shower ever and rushed through my morning routine as quietly as possible. I was in and out of the bathroom in about ten minutes, sighing in relief when I saw that Nova was still asleep. After what had happened between us last night, I wasn’t quite ready to face him yet. I needed more time to rebuild my defenses so I didn’t climb him like a tree.
With all the crap my stepdad had put me through, I had serious doubts about jumping into a relationship with anyone. Especially a guy who’d carried me off like a prisoner to his room, even if he’d given me orgasms to make up for it. I’d had more than enough of being under my stepdad’s thumb, especially since he took his attempts to control me into overdrive over the past couple of weeks. I wasn’t willing to put up with being controlled under the guise of protection. Not even by Nova.
Tiptoeing past him—after tearing my gaze from the vision of his tight, bare butt since he’d kicked the sheet off while I’d been in the bathroom—I very carefully twisted the doorknob and inched open the door. As I was squeezing through the small opening, Nova mumbled something under his breath and rolled over. I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder, practically drooling over the massive hard-on resting against his belly. My inner walls clenched as I wondered what it would feel like to have an orgasm with him inside me. It took every ounce of my willpower to step all the way into the hall and shut the door behind me.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathed, letting my head hang low as I squeezed my eyes shut. I counted to ten to help pull myself together, and then I headed toward the stairs Nova had carried me up last night. When I made it down to the main lounge area, my steps slowed because a few guys standing near the bar looked deep in conversation. I was thinking about turning around to head back upstairs when the bearded man with light brown hair and pale green eyes shook his head and jerked his chin in my direction. The other two guys turned toward me and smiled.
“Morning.” The one who first noticed me walked over to where I was standing. “You must be Rylee. I’m Mac.”
His name rang a bell, but my brain was feeling sluggish this morning. I didn’t realize who he was until the other two joined us and the guy with short ash-blond hair and blue eyes said, “Otherwise known as our president. I’m Link, club treasurer.”
“And I’m Patriot, aka captain of this motley crew.” The last guy flashed me a grin and wagged his brows.
Since he was the one who’d called me a babysitting job when we had arrived at the compound yesterday, I wasn’t feeling very friendly toward him. I kept my focus on Mac and Link as I replied, “Thank you so much for getting me away from my stepdad. One of the Ukrainians almost spotted me when we left, and Nova thought maybe they were getting ready to try to make a grab for me soon.”
“You did the smart thing, reaching out to Arya when you did.” A muscle jumped in Mac’s jaw. “If he’d gotten down there even a day later, Nova might’ve been too late.”
“I caught a lucky break when my mom left her phone out overnight, or else I wouldn’t have been able to make that call to Arya.” A shiver raced down my spine at the thought of how wrong things could’ve gone if Nova hadn’t been there to rescue me.
“The man your mom married doesn’t deserve to be called a stepdad,” Link growled, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter if you’re his blood or not, a parent should be willing to die to protect their children. Not fucking sell them off to pay for their fucked-up mistakes.”
Mac slapped Link’s back. “The bastard will get what’s coming to him in the end.”
Patriot cleared his throat and tilted his head in my direction. “Rylee probably doesn’t want to talk about her ordeal, guys. Not after her close call yesterday.”
“Shit, sorry.” Mac flashed me an apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to freak you out.”
I felt Patriot staring at me, but I avoided his gaze as my irritation with the man grew. “I’m not a delicate flower who’s going to fall apart over my narrow escape. Nova got me out of there in time, so I’ve got no room to complain.”
“Great way to look at the situation.” Link’s eyes contained an approving gleam. “I heard you only brought one bag with you. Do you have all the supplies you’ll need to tide you over until we can figure out what to do about the Ukrainians?”
I waved off his concern. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I don’t need much to get by.”
“Pretty and not high maintenance. Impressive,” Patriot murmured.
I let out a little puff of air and rolled my eyes, still not looking at him.
“Aww, c’mon now.” Patriot pressed his fist against his chest over his heart. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings if you keep pretending I’m not standing here, Rylee.”
“I knew I should’ve gone back outside to kick your ass yesterday,” Nova growled from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder as he stalked toward us. He was barefoot, his jeans unsnapped, wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his leather vest was clenched in his fist. With his dark eyes promising death to Patriot, he looked just as hot as he had when he was sprawled naked in his bed. How was I supposed to resist Nova when he was temptation personified?
Patriot lifted his palms. “I didn’t even do anything, man.”
Po
inting at him, Nova growled, “Keep your hands and eyes off her, motherfucker.”
The guy hadn’t won any brownie points with me, but Patriot really hadn’t done anything to warrant Nova’s anger. “Pretend he isn’t in the room. That’s what I’ve been doing.”
“Not good enough,” Nova gritted out as he lifted his leather vest and shoved my arm into one of the holes. “You can ignore the guys down here all you like, but no way in hell are they going to miss you. That’s why you gotta wear this at all times. So none of these motherfuckers get the wrong idea.”
I stared up at him in shock as he shifted around me to slide the vest in place. Remembering what Arya had told me about how big of a deal it had been when Dax had given her his property patch, I gulped down the lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat. My voice came out hoarse as I asked, “Doesn’t me wearing your cut send the wrong message? I thought only old ladies were supposed to do that.”
9
Nova
I had the sides of my cut in both hands, so I used them to haul Rylee forward until we were no more than an inch apart. “Damn, straight,” I growled. “Pretty sure I made it clear that you’re mine, angel.”
“You-you can’t just...just...decide I’m yours!” she stammered.
Leaning down so that my lips were right next to her ear, I whispered, “Your body already knows it’s true. Should I take you back upstairs and prove it?”
Rylee’s mouth opened slightly, so I closed the gap completely and sealed my lips over hers. My tongue slipped inside, and she immediately melted into me. I let go of my cut to hold her close, one hand cradling her skull and the other gripping one of her ass cheeks.
I devoured her, making sure everyone who saw us had no doubt who this woman belonged to. But when she let out a soft moan, I broke the kiss. I didn’t like the idea of anyone hearing her sexy little sounds but me.
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